The Garden
The Garden
By Curtis Johnson
Just before I went strolling through Eden in the early morning dew,
The owner of a most beautiful garden gave me a list of things to do
First on the list were all types of animals that I was suppose to name
Little did I know that one of them would change and cause endless pain
Just when I thought that he had given me more than enough to manage,
He had more assignments, and my own plans quickly began to vanish
One day he placed me in his quiet and breathtaking garden.
So relaxed, I fell asleep and was awakened to a lovely bargain.
He had taken a part of me, and made a most exquisite lady.
Her presence saturated the garden with unspoken melody.
First thing I knew, she caused me to lose what I had gained.
She listened to the voice of another, and she was to blame.
We were terribly sad, because we were soon evicted from our happy home.
We dishonored and displeased the garden’s owner, and were afraid, lost, and alone.
Though he never ceased to give us compassion, love, and security,
Our lives were altered forever, having lost Eden Garden and our purity
Cj03012007PS
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